Shattered Bond

The Engagement

Morning at the Jeon Estate:

The day of the engagement began with the early morning sun filtering through the large windows of the Jeon estate. The mansion was bustling with activity as the Jeon family prepared for the pivotal day ahead. This wasn't just another event; it was the culmination of months of planning and a crucial step in their revenge against the Kims. Each member of the family was acutely aware of the significance of what was about to unfold.

Namjoon, stood in front of a full-length mirror, meticulously adjusting his tie. His reflection showed a man in his prime-stern, composed, and resolute. The image he presented to the world was carefully curated, just as his plans for the day were. This engagement wasn't just a formality; it was the first significant move in a much larger game.

Seokjin entered the room, his presence as always calming yet authoritative. "How are you feeling about today, joonie?" he asked, coming to stand beside Namjoon. His eyes were soft, but there was an undercurrent of something more-determination, perhaps, or maybe it was the weight of what they were about to do.

"Focused," Namjoon replied, his tone clipped. "This engagement needs to go perfectly. We've prepared for this, and we need to make sure that nothing, absolutely nothing, goes wrong. This can'tgo wrong jinnie."

Seokjin nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "We've rehearsed this over and over again. Donghyun won't see it coming. As long as we maintain our composure, Taehyung won't suspect anything. You don't take stress more."

Namjoon glanced at Seokjin, a small, cold smile playing on his lips. "Taehyung is nothing more than a pawn. By the end of today, Donghyun will believe we're the perfect family, welcoming him and his so-called son into our fold. Little does he know what's really waiting for them."

The door creaked open, and Yoongi walked in, his face expressionless as always. His dark eyes flickered with a hint of impatience. "Appa! dad! Are we ready? We can't afford to be late. It might raise suspicion."

"Everything's in place," Namjoon said, turning from the mirror. "Hoseok and Jungkook are getting ready, and Jimin and Jihoon are already downstairs overseeing the final arrangements. We leave in an hour."

Seokjin crossed his arms, leaning slightly against the wall. "Jungkook is holding up well. I was a bit concerned about how he would handle this, given how personal it is for him."

"He's strong," Namjoon assured. "He knows what's at stake, and he won't let us down."

In Jungkook's Room:

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his reflection in the ornate mirror opposite him. The tuxedo he wore was custom-tailored, fitting him perfectly, but today it felt like a straitjacket. He couldn't help but feel the weight of the role he had to play, the pretense he had to maintain.

The man looking back at him was a stranger-cold, calculated, and determined. But beneath that facade was a storm of emotions that threatened to consume him.

Jimin walked into the room, his usually bright demeanor dimmed by the seriousness of the day. He took one look at Jungkook and immediately recognized the turmoil in his younger brother's eyes. "Kook, you okay?"

Jungkook didn't answer right away. Instead, he clenched his fists tightly, the knuckles turning white. "I'm fine," he said finally, his voice low. "I just... I hate this. All of it."

Jimin sighed, walking over to sit beside him. "I know. But this is something we have to do. For our family."

"I know that," Jungkook snapped, then immediately softened, guilt washing over him. "I'm sorry, hyung. It's just... this whole thing feels wrong. Pretending to care about someone who... who's the reason for everything that happened to us."